Bloodshed

Chapter 25: Killing softly

A/N: Another short update!

**Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.**

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Jameson Collins.

10:00am.

Gunned in the head.

Dead on the spot.

It was 2pm.

We're already in Clementine woods. Me and Clarisse.

These was the headlines on the news today. People were obviously bombarded with the breaking news, and everybody was wondering what is the main reason why the famous members of Majestic 7 were getting killed one by one.

They took many interviews to some students at the Royalty High, almost everybody is panicking already, telling that the school of Royalty High was a school of killers, cursed and psychos.

I wept the tears streaming down my cheeks as I turn around to face her in the car. Damn, I really need to retouch my make up later. My mascara already smudged down my tear-stained cheeks, my red sore eyes were in obvious pain, and I can't seem to stop these tears from falling. I don't know why.

Usually after my bloody acts, I felt the indescribable satisfaction within me. I was like a vampire that seeks for delicious blood and souls, the feeling was so addictive and I feel so ecstified everytime that happens.

But now, I'm not so sure anymore.

Greg's painful words rang to my ear. I cant believe that he actually doubts my love for him. It was painful, It felt like he was stabbing me in the chest so bad. Maybe I'm a pretty good liar, I can't able to give him my honesty yet, but I do love him. Words couldn't be enough to explain what exactly I feel towards him.

I tried my best to look fearless and mighty everytime Clarisse looks at me. But as I turn my back on her to look at the window, my endless tears kept falling. I wanted Greg to take me away, and I'm sure he can ease the pain I'm feeling. I'm so tired of putting happy faces right now.

I'm so fucking tired.

" The principal kept calling you for how many hours. Aren't you going to answer it? "

I closed my eyes and breathe.

" Leave it. I'm not in the mood to talk to him. "

" Okay. I guess we can just talk to him tomorrow. For now, we need to take a rest. "

Clarisse seemed to notice my sudden change of mood.

" Are you okay? You looked sick. "

" Don't mind me. I just want to go home and take a rest. "

" Fine. "

I closed my eyes and I automatically fell into a deep slumber few seconds after. When I opened my eyes, my house was already infront of me.

" You go ahead. I have to take some things. "

Without a word, I climbed into the stairs, dragging my whole self, not minding Dad's questions, and Mom's rants about me engaging in cutting classes.

I took off my clothes and fell in my bed.

A man with a gun was the last thing I saw before darkness engulfed my whole being ...